"Hello-"
"How are you still at that hotel?"
"Not, you again."
"No, it's me the fantastic, the fabulous, the amazing..."
"The ugly, the stupid, the annoying..."
"The handsome, the smart, the not anmoying?"
"The rude who keeps calling me and talking to me even though he is clearly annoying the living pickles out of me."
"Living pickles?"
"Better than what I could have said."
"True...very true."
"Soooooo, what's your name?"
"I believe this time would not be the best time for me to disclose that information."
"...really..."
"Yes, and for the record I asked you yesterday."
"So."
"So, therefore you have to tell me first."
"Well how do I know after I tell you you'll tell me?"
"Um, I promise?"
"How do I know I can trust you?"
"Geez it's literally your name not the nuclear launch codes."
"Ok it's Penny."
"..."
"..."
"YOU JERK YOU HUNG UP ON ME!"
YOU ARE READING
When in Rome
Short Story"Hello, is this front desk?" "Um, front desk?" "Yeah, you know that thing people sit behind at the front of the hotel, I'm assuming since you don't know then you aren't the front desk are you?" "Yeah, I have no idea what you're talking about."
